Garran na Coille : Fairy Tree
A cluster of leaves fallen from an ancient oak in Ireland rest on the fairy tree on Tara
The 'Good People's' Music.--'As sure as you are sitting down I heard the pipes there in that wood (pointing to a wood on the north-west slope of the Hill, and west of the banquet hall). I heard the music another time on a hot summer evening at the Rath of Ringlestown, in a field where all the grass had been burned off; and I often heard it in the wood of Tara. Whenever the good people play, you hear their music all through the field as plain as can be; and it is the grandest kind of music. It may last half the night, but once day comes, it ends.'
from The Fairy-Faith in Celtic Countries by W. Y. Evans-Wentz 1911
My name is Crann
Around my roots, sticking to my finest hairs,
Clings earth.
Through my trunk, sucking upwards in my pith,
Flows water.
On my leaves, touching my chlorophyll cells,
Shines fire.
Tickling my body, laughing and teasing,
Plays air.
I lovingly hold you in an embrace,
Page last updated: 22nd Apr 2010
